I was a hopeless straight girl. I transmigrated into a steamy romance novel. To prevent myself from being tossed around in various unspeakable positions without limits. I resolutely started pretending to be a lesbian. Suddenly, I learned that I was the real heiress with three "chosen one" brothers. The fake heiress, the family favorite, cried her heart out, begging me not to take everything away from her. My heart ached as I wiped away her tears and gave her a peck on the lips. I promised: "Don't worry, I'm a lesbian. I fell in love with you at first sight a long time ago. I'm not here to break up this family; I'm here to join it. Rest assured, you will only receive more love." The fake heiress froze. My three brothers, who were preparing to intervene from a distance: ??? 1. I was a hopeless straight girl. I transmigrated into a restricted novel full of explicit scenes. The first male lead was a domineering CEO who could bankrupt companies with a snap of his fingers. He liked forced love and was addicted to sex. The second male lead was a cold and aloof doctor, a flower on a high peak. He was abstinent and restrained but loved playing with various toys. The third male lead was a rebellious movie star who said one thing but whose body did another. I was just hiding under my blanket in the middle of the night, trying to sneak a peek at some "good stuff," never thinking I would transmigrate. I repented. I regretted. I pounded the floor, crying bitter tears. If I had known this would happen, I would have memorized the entire text. But just for the sake of the smut, I skipped all the plot. As a result, my mind was now full of nothing but explicit content, knowing nothing else. Oh wait, I also knew the heroine's name. It turned out to be the body I transmigrated into. Silly girl, she must be regretting it so much her intestines turned green. 2. To prevent being endlessly demanded by those men, endlessly doing the deed. I resolutely embarked on the path of being a lesbian. From a young age, I avoided becoming anything like the heroine in that smutty novel. Dancing from a young age, having a soft and delicate body, being weak and timidly beautiful, able to perform various difficult movements to facilitate men doing this and that... Sorry. I practiced martial arts from a young age; I could take on five at once. More than once, I rescued sisters who were surrounded by thugs. With a swift hand, I beat those thugs until they pissed their pants. I wiped away the tears of the sister, brushed her soft hair, and whispered to her: "I'm here, don't be afraid." The sister buried her face in my chest, moved, calling me "Big Sister." That's right, although I had tried hard to avoid the heroine's various "virtues." Excellent grades, kind and soft-hearted, soft and delicate body... But, I still grew up with the devilishly curvy figure of a novel heroine. However, it didn't matter. With my years of saving damsels in distress. My reputation as a lesbian had spread through every street and alley. Renowned far and wide. Successfully cutting off the vast majority of heterosexual luck. When I once again blocked a basketball attack for a cute girl on the playground, those boys finally couldn't bear it anymore. "Maya, can you stop ruining our fun? Just because you're handsome, just because you can block basketballs, just because you can flirt with girls." How could I not know what those boys were thinking? Nothing more than picking a pretty girl they were interested in to hit, then taking the opportunity to apologize, strike up a conversation, and add her contact. But, sorry. I couldn't bring myself to hurt girls. I raised my hand, the ball fell, a jump, a perfect shot. Then I gave a middle finger to mock them. "Little brother, can't even shoot straight, and you want to flirt. Practice more." The cute girl I just rescued looked at me with adoration. For me, it was just a daily routine. I waved my hand. A gritting voice sounded from behind: "How many sisters do you have exactly?" My childhood friend Sam, pulling his little handkerchief, said resentfully. I looked at the sky, pretending nothing happened. Then I solemnly promised: "Don't worry, strictly speaking, as an orphan, I won't have any sisters." But I didn't expect my sister to come so quickly. 3. When the powerful Huo family from the capital came knocking on my door, I was still a bit confused. I had three brothers who were like "chosen ones"? And a fake heiress sister who had taken my place and lived for seventeen years? How could life be as full of ups and downs as a novel? Oh, seventeen years, I almost forgot this was a smut novel. Suddenly, my alarm bells rang loud. Did it mean the explicit plot was about to start?! Impossible, absolutely impossible. I wouldn't become like a broken rag doll, being played with on the bed all day. 4. I looked at the luxurious yet tasteful decoration of the Huo family home. At the stairs, a girl in a white dress was looking at me pitifully. I savored it carefully. Truly teary-eyed, inspiring pity. She took a step forward, held my hand, and spat sad words from her pink lips. "I know I occupied your identity for seventeen years and enjoyed all this, it's my fault. But, please, please don't kick me out, don't take everything away from me." "I can live in the maid's room, give you my room. I won't fight with you, sister, please let me stay." As she spoke, she bent her knees, wanting to kneel. But how could I bear it? I immediately supported her. Heart aching, I wiped away her tears and gave her a peck on the lips. I promised: "Don't worry, I'm a lesbian. I fell in love with you at first sight a long time ago. I'm not here to break up this family; I'm here to join it. Rest assured, you will only receive more love." The fake heiress, Chloe, froze. My three brothers, who were preparing to intervene from a distance: ??? The teacup in Big Brother's hand shook, spilling hot tea and burning himself. Second Brother's probing gaze swept over me, wondering what he was thinking. Third Brother, who was about to run over, stumbled and almost fell.
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